Perhaps it is the vastness of the universe that draws
Mankind into fantasies of exploration.
The caution, however, is the same reason magicians do not give away
their secrets. Once you know – the fun
is gone.
The majority of my writing violates Benjamin Franklin’s philosophy. He said, “Write something worth reading, or do
something worth writing.”
It is the space within my gray matter that I explore. For me, that exploration is fun. You are the passengers along for the ride. Together we discover that on occasion some of
my neuro synapses misfire. Looking out of
our window into the vast darkness we may see a lonely noun standing next
to a flat tire, or some misguided adjective trying hard to escape the denseness
of a black paragraph.
Lightyears away there is a rule book suggesting I go to jail
for some of the metaphors I’ve mixed, but I scoff. I have a small placard hanging from my rearview
mirror which allows me to park on the tracks if I so desire.
As long as there remains space available, I’ll be
there. Whenever punctuation falls short
of hitting its mark – I’ll be there. At
any accident scene during a run-on sentence, I’ll be there.
Good-bye 2021. I’m
headed to infinity – and beyond.
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